It was perfectly normal for Melon-Eating Profound Sage to think that way.
After all, he possessed the bloodline of a divine beast. At the eighth-grade realm, he was a walking treasure of nature in many cultivators' eyes. Quite a few cultivators had targeted him back when his cultivation was still low. But all those who had designs on him had been crushed beneath the wheels of history, without so much as a scrap remaining.
It wasn't just Melon-Eating Sage who thought so... even Song Shuhang beside him suspected that the Northern Great Emperor was craving a secret-recipe spicy "fat whale feast" and had made up an excuse to fool Melon-Eating Sage.
After all, he had just heard the Northern Great Emperor muttering things like "several pots to cook it in, steamed, braised, spicy, mildly spicy." It was only natural that Song Shuhang's thoughts had gone astray.
The Northern Great Emperor glanced at the silent Whale Chigua and immediately guessed what he was thinking.
"Stop letting your imagination run wild... if I truly wanted your life, a poke of my finger would kill you. Then I could not only drain all your blood essence, but also set up several large pots and cook you in several different flavors. And you wouldn't have the slightest chance to escape," the Northern Great Emperor said lazily.
If not for young friend Song Shuhang and ＠＃％× Fairy, he wouldn't have bothered giving this whale demon any guidance.
Although the blood essence of an eighth-grade whale demon was precious, to the Northern Great Emperor, it only "barely passed muster" and qualified for a place in his treasury.
This whale demon had cultivated great merit and performed countless good deeds. Killing him would cause plenty of trouble.
But if the Northern Great Emperor truly wanted his blood